The next day, I was out early in the morning. Along with the dawn air, the scenery that flows into the far east red light clouds my eyes.
"......"
I folded my arms, looking at the plaque of the Iron Gate in front of my eyes (Blood Horn). In my head, there was a word Hanjin Sung said yesterday.
[The twin letters, called the Blood Tai Sword, are a symbol of autumn and pride. That force, no matter how much capital it is, has surpassed the level of one moat. That's why Lord wants you to trample them down.]
I don't know what you mean. Please explain in more detail.]
[The two doors were secretly united with the Old File Room, and the price reached twelve percent.] The Lord thinks it's very unsettling.]
I was surprised to hear that.
[Iron and tattoos in the old file room? Is Saga the Twelve?]
[They've been working on predicting and surviving the tectonic shifts in the forests for the last few years. I don't know, but they know that something big is going to happen in the fall. So it's not just names, it's alliances that are building up fairly close relationships with other forces.]
Hanjin Seong, who explained up to that point, was Najik.
[Until now, I've seen what they do, but I want you to come here with a rush that will build your experience. which is to warn you not to go around in vain.]
[......]
It seemed to explain a lot of facts, but it didn't really explain anything. Therefore, I had no choice but to interpret the intentions contained in his line of words. I thought for a moment and came to my own conclusion.
What Hanssega wants is to focus the attention of Kangho elsewhere.
He wants to use me as bait to find out what General Hwang Yeon is searching for and to avoid being caught by the fanatics or the Soviet Union.
Since there was a long-standing wind beside the telescopes, this tactic was easy to slow down. But I did not fool myself into asking Hanjin about this prediction. Whether it is true or not, there is no way Han Jin-seong can give me a straight answer. In relation to each other, it is best to guess their intentions while concealing the best predictions and facts.
And I'm standing here today.
'It's not a good feeling to move things according to other people's intentions.'
Nothing is more unpleasant than moving around like a servant.
Nevertheless, there were two reasons to accept it. One thing is that if you decide to uncover the secrets of the Sovereign Church, you must gain their favor and trust thoroughly. In some cases, he was willing to follow even if he was scared.
It was also the fact that there was salvation in the biblical book. Until now, I have not forgotten to apply for a massage at the Iron Door and have been beheaded without hesitation. Even then, I think I came out early in the morning and ran curiously, just like now.
I remember it quite a long time ago, but vividly. I looked quietly at the gatekeepers before my eyes.
'It is also important that I control my grudges.'
Grief advised me. You will have many grudges in your life, but don't forget, it was always to make a corner of your head colder. Getting angry means making a gap, which leads to weaknesses. In addition, if you kill an opponent early, a blizzard may not be able to withstand it.
That's how I came to think of my goals.
I'm going as gently as I can!
If you try to avenge yourself shyly, you'll miss out on something big. I just decided to hand it over quietly this time and take more intense revenge the next time. When I finished thinking, I approached the gatekeepers.
"I am white. I'm here to apply for a massage at Iron Door."
"... shampoo? Hehehe, this is..."
The two disciples looked at each other's faces and looked ridiculous. Then one of the dogs smiled and said,
"I haven't seen one or two of you, but I think you've made a foolish choice. Do you have any idea how many people started picking on our iron doors and then turning into idiots?"
"......"
It's the same as when the blue dragon was killed. When I say the same thing with my memory back, the other person says the same thing. In fact, it was a slightly different expression, but it was definitely similar. I had to shed my tears.
'How can we use this law?'
For starters, the same reaction meant less uncertainty in the future, so I responded with some relief.
"Are you the one who decides whether or not to get the beetroot?"
The gatekeeper's face stiffens slightly as I fire ferociously. Then he went inside and said,
"Okay, hold on a second. I'll follow procedure."
"I'll wait."
One of the disciples who heard my answer ridiculed me with a clumsy voice.
"Don't act tough. I'm gonna get beaten up and end up a moron."
I've heard this before. So instead of being angry, I replied with a bloody smile.
"I'm not an idiot. It'll blow his throat out."
"The man who knows that dared to apply for a massage at the Iron Gate? How many lives you have left."
The gatekeeper of the Iron Door died, but I smiled at him.
"There are many."
"......"
The gatekeeper expressions that he didn't want to settle down, but I was relaxed. It's because I know that I can draw the other person in if I don't have to be violent here. A moment later, the disciple of Iron Blood came out and said,
"Hey, come on in. I'll show you around unarmed."
I followed him to unarmed. Hundreds of disciples sleep in the dormitory, as well as the gym in the arena. It seems like a pretty old memory, but it reminds me of a massive prank like a training ground. From the wooden floor to the large indoor arena, a number of lesser disciples were waiting.
I am very aware of what will happen next.
Hey -!!
Suddenly, the disciples shouted, "Your voice is loud." I thought it meant killing my chi, rather than shouting. When the sound rang loudly in the wooden room, it was very loud. Perhaps a confused Muslim would be overwhelmed by the sheep if they were shallow. It was the actions of the Iron Moon members to break my spirit.
Woof... woof...
But I didn't fight back like I used to. It was because I was confident that the results were not too different and that it was an incentive for me not to have to respond. Instead, he looked at the man sitting opposite him quietly as the fragrance passed by.
"Teaching of short-term treasury stock (in 36611;). Is it customary for the Iron Gate to do this in groups before the dance?"
"......!!"
The junior middle-aged woman who received my gaze, Yeongdae Lim, made a disgraceful look and the junior disciples murmured. It's because even though the foreman is quite famous as a Muslim, he pointed out it clearly. But then he came to his senses and walked forward.
"I'm sorry. My disciples were rude to test you for your condition."
"How do you think you're doing?"
"No. You ignore it like you're not worthy of a response. You must be an expert in internal medicine and experience."
The teacher sighed, saying the cold observations.
"You've reached such a young age. He looks like a descendant of the maiden name. How can he be so rude?"
I was blunt.
"I'm not your opponent. Don't look so embarrassed. Step back."
From what I recall, he's not so bad. I just don't want to harass him because he's a simple Muslim loyal to his position.
"......"
He hesitated. Then the man who appeared to be the leader of the subordinate disciples surrounding him stood up and shouted.
"Are you going to leave that cheeky bastard alone? Run and lay him down!"
"Ooooo -!!"
Urr
At the next moment, more than fifty lesser disciples drew their wooden swords and charged at me. It was unbelievably great group violence when I thought I was a teenager. Even though the weightlessness is nothing, it will be hard to ignore the pressure of tens of mature longbones.
But I felt like a swarm of flying flies was coming at me. Out of dozens, I felt like none of them were properly martial artists.
I thought, "Let's not use swords."
I thought, "Let's not move my left foot."
I thought, in three seconds, we'd be overwhelmed.
Shushun
The apocalypse produced a fraction. The whirlwind of the apocalypse, moving at an incredible speed, approaches each of the fifty people and reaches its deadly position. Without moving my left foot, I move my hand lightly and begin to bleed. Occasionally, the arrogant ones faint with their backs to the capital. It was the application of transcerebral dysfunction, recommendations, and sword techniques.
Tutu Tung!
At the end of the three-second demonstration, the flood-like power of the lesser disciples of Iron Blood stopped momentarily. The static that seemed to stop time flowed in plain sight, and the next moment - the lower disciples collapsed. He fainted neatly without screaming.
Kugong
"Huff... huff..."
Now the only thing standing still in the intestine was the longevity stockade. He frowns and takes a step back as if he couldn't believe what happened in a moment. His face was clearly filled with feelings of fear.
"Psst... super hard work! What brings... the dead?"
"Excellent for a hand. Where are the elders and doorposts?"
"......"
It was when Gyeongju was firmly in place.
"Are you a rebellious master? That's amazing."
"Doorman!!"
I turned my back and looked at the entrance.
Then I saw a middle-aged man in a fur suit and six unaccompanied men following him. The aura of a middle-aged man was tangible enough to be seen by my senses, and not enough for six unaccounted for, but was emitting considerable momentum.
Behind them, there were once again those who abused the sword that was hanging a thread like a foreman.
"The Iron Door and the Iron Door's Fleet Leader. '
It is normal for Iron Blood disciples to cheer on their march. I have felt overwhelmed and overwhelmed by their appearance in the past. But now that I saw them, I felt pathetic in the past.
Are you afraid of those enemies?
Of course, the iron doorbell and the army elders were quite the masters. Iron Gate must have been a very strong master, and three or four of the elders of the sixth rank were on their feet at the beginning of the very top. From a Muslim standpoint, they must be a strong powerless organization.
However - I'm not as crazy as the enemies I've dealt with so far. Compared to the frustrating pressure I felt when I encountered Jinzo Chung or Lee Kwang, it was too thin and light. I was calm when I shared my sword with a giant beast or beast beyond human imagination. Therefore, I do not feel any fear in the face of the elite of the Iron Bloodline who guaranteed my death in the past.
I glanced back at the Iron Insignia and said,
"Moon, would you like to compete with me?"
The elders beside me stared at me with arrogance. However, one or two elders who had set their feet on the very top of the dog were looking at me with serious eyes. It's because I had a hunch that I wasn't just trying to cover up my partner with Iron Moon.
And one of the most objective things I know about my skills was the iron sigil, the best of the Iron Gate. He stepped back halfway as he continued to be pushed out of the way of consciousness and against the intricacies. And he made a clear look on his face that he couldn't reach me.
Soon after, Iron Moon sighed.
"Are you from the Old File Room? I don't know any other master of the Apocalypse but Myeong-ryong."
He seemed to think I was a rebellious master. I glanced at him and said,
"You don't have to wonder where I'm from. You answer me how to resolve my non-disclosure."
"Are you going to destroy the text?"
"I told you, it's friendly."
I said as if laughing.
"Unlike some shabby doorway that slits a Roman's throat through friendliness."
"......"
Iron Bloodline made a face that was somewhat distressing. It was because they were ridiculed by the super elite who assumed reflexes without a full meal. I smiled and said.
"So what do you say? You think you can stand in the way of defending the Iron Door's honor against me?"
Iron Doorman shakes his head.
"I have nothing to say if I lose to a master like you. I'm the only one who can do it."
Iron Doomsday walked forward slowly as if he had already lost. I glanced at him and said,
"So arrogant."
"What do you mean?"
"You are no match for me. Come with the Elder." "
"Wha..."
"I won't tell you again. Join me before I accidentally kill you."
Iron Doorman was embarrassed, and his face became distorted with anger.
"Don't regret that!"
Suzus
After a while, the elders of the Iron Door surrounded me with iron doorbell. I listened willingly to my joint demands. As long as you give them an excuse, they will now try to kill me at any cost. I smiled at the siege to process it.
And he said, looking at the noble swordsman's progress that occupies the common throne next to him.
"I intend to defeat you later."
"......?"
Reason for offering this arrogant duel.
It came from the thought that Yi Kwang on the Blue Dragon would have ridiculously eliminated it. It is a mind to firmly understand where I stand in the world of superstars.
About 350 seconds later.
"Huff!!"
Iron Doomsday flew away after being hit by the oyster hole.
"Er... why is there a room twisting..."
He stumbles, staring at me with a vengeful glance and collapses. He was strongly proactive and fought to the end, but the joint was completely destroyed by the burrow, and he was ridiculed by death and mortality. Moreover, it was natural for me to have endurance and explosiveness ahead of me while still using restless brain death.
I feel like I won quite easily.
And all but one of the Iron Man's six elders fainted and reached out. The last thing that remained was a stumbling noble swordsman's advance.
I slowly approached him and said,
"Relax. I don't want to kill you."
"... I don't know."
Jinpyeong, the nobleman, muttered with a hollow eye.
"I've only seen a handful of masters like you in the Old File Room, and only a handful of biblical writers... How can an absolute patron come to the underworld in such a bizarre manner?"
I laughed bloody.
"I told you. You've made me realize a great life. That's why I want to teach you."
"Enlightenment?"
"He taught me very harshly what a mudrim is."
I have no grudge against Jinpyeong, the nobleman. Because not only did he fight fairly one-on-one as an unmanned man, but he overcame internal affairs with technology. And it was also true that death at that time made me realize the vision of Moorish that I had, and it became a big step for me to grow up later.
Kuang!
Soon, the noble swordsman collapsed without lasting ten seconds.
I easily defeated him with the application of pagan cuts.
'Is the Iron Door subjugation complete?'
I'm sure of it.
Now I have come to visit Moorim.